*Lily*I was up early that morning, thinking about how my friend Farrah had talked me into dinner with her boyfriend’s friend the night before. She’d been excited when I’d talked about my apartment and the business arrangement with William, though I’d downplayed the part about the date. “How did it go?” she had asked me. “Well, I thought it went okay, but now I’m wondering if it was all in my head–the attraction, the romance part. He might be just looking out for me. He probably heard through Eva that I needed a place. He likes my art. I can’t lie, I’m disappointed.”“With the age difference and him being Eva’s father, it’s probably for the best.” My chest caved with the realization. I knew she was right. “I haven’t thanked him yet or spoken to him. What do you think I should do?” “I’d wait for him to make contact. I’m sure he’s swamped,” she said. “True. I could get word to his assistant. I have her number. It just makes me really sad, Farrah. I thought we shared s
*William*I normally enjoyed flying on my jet, but heading in the opposite direction of Lily made me edgy, though I tried to put it down to the time change and a lack of sleep. Who was I kidding? She was on my mind the entire flight. Until now, nothing had happened between us. I thought I could still keep things amicable and businesslike if needed. The idea of starting something with her terrified me because I knew it would be all or nothing—that and the fact that I risked losing Eva in the process. I was also madly thrilled by Lily. She was intelligent, kind, funny and brilliantly talented. I hated the cliché of the older man and younger woman. I wasn’t that man, and Lily wasn’t a young twenty-something looking for a rich, older man. But I hadn’t felt this way about anyone in so long–maybe ever. I had to be very careful.There were so many questions I wanted to ask her about her past and her dreams. Mine included taking her in my arms for a long slow kiss and then—“Her
*Lily*Our lips touched. I forgot where I was for a moment as his lips lingered on mine. I held my breath and kept my eyes closed, wishing for more, wanting him in an achy way. The pull of him was so strong that I almost reached out and drew him to me, but then he withdrew, and I saw a mixture of desire, caring, and fear in his eyes. He was unsure, but he wanted me, too. There was no denying the connection between us. I was confident in that secret unspoken bond. I was sure it was only a matter of time before we’d be together, whether he knew it now or not.His voice growled as he tried to clear it. “Is there anything you need?” William whispered. You, I wanted to say. “Nope.”“More canvases, obviously.” He chuckled and took a step back. “I’ll call Grace tomorrow and have her send some over.”“I can get them. No need to bother Grace.”“It’s no problem,” he said. “I’ll have her send some various sizes, but is there anything else you need? We’ll reimburse you for supp
*William*First thing Monday morning, I had Grace schedule an impromptu board meeting. Our shareholders mostly lived in the city, with the exception of my sister, Isabel Shaw, and Charles Bryant, my father’s right-hand man. Charles had been my mentor when my father died and worked by my side until his recent retirement. Isabel had a house in Connecticut, and Charles lived in Florida mostly. I knew no one would be happy with the sudden summons, especially those two. However, what I had planned couldn’t wait.I passed by Jim in the hall. “Hey, how was Tinseltown?”I groaned. “The same as it always is.”Jim laughed. “Did you set Henkles straight?”“I think he knows where we stand now.” I grinned. “Meeting in five?”“I’ll be there. Is Isabel coming?” he asked. “I haven’t heard otherwise.”I headed to the boardroom. After everyone settled in, I thanked them all for coming. I made eye contact with each of the twelve members. Some I greeted with a brief hug, but others got a
*Lily*After I had convinced myself William had no interest in me and stumbled around in my pajamas for most of Sunday, trying to fill my hollowed heart with junk food, sloppy drawings, and bad television, I resigned myself—he wasn’t calling.By Monday, I was in crimson paint up to my elbows. I dove into a new collection that morning, what I wanted to call City on Fire—a series of skyscrapers, boats along the river, and Coney Island amusement park rides, all with burgundy, fire-streaked lines.I came to the unwitting conclusion that only a professional relationship was to be my future with William. I grieved for what could have been and wondered if I came on too strong with the date, dinner and the kiss. Did he think I was throwing myself at him? My phone dinged, but I ignored it. I painted at a frantic pace–long reddish black streamers with orange undertones.The phone beeped again, and I went to check it. It was from William. My heart thumped in my chest. He’d texted,
*William*“My history with Grace is complicated. My wife, Victoria, had hired Grace’s mother, Yi-Jun, as her personal tailor. Victoria found her working as a seamstress for a famed alterations shop on the upper east side,” I began, watching Lily’s face as I spoke.“Yi-Jun’s work was exceptional, and all Victoria’s friends soon used her too. She made enough money to quit her job and work exclusively for Victoria, who hired her for charity functions and ballroom galas. “Yi-Jun had two daughters; the oldest, Grace, was lovely. Victoria encouraged Yi-Jun to get Grace into modeling. Again with Victoria’s help, as well as Grace’s height and exotic looks, Grace had no trouble acquiring an agent and scoring gigs. “The only problem was that no one had asked Grace what she wanted to do.” Lily nodded in understanding, and I continued.“By Grace’s twentieth birthday, she had amassed a hefty portfolio of magazine ads and was just starting to break into runway shows. Victoria’s latest ch
*Lily*I took his hands in mine. I felt the slightest hesitation about what I knew was coming. I wanted to believe his story about Grace and give myself to him fully, but I worried. I didn’t know him yet, and could I ever really?Despite this, I felt a strong visceral pull, a chemical imbalance; every time he entered the room, yet in my heart of hearts, I wasn’t sure I trusted him completely, not yet. His history with Grace threw me, and my shield wall went up. I didn’t think there’d been anything between them but a professional relationship.But just because I didn’t trust him entirely didn’t mean—‘Ahh,” I moaned as he lifted my dress and ran his fingers up between my legs. His other hand touched my breast, pulling the straps down on each side. His mouth found mine, and we kissed again, though it was slow and tender.I turned away from him so he could unzip my dress from the back. He moved my hair away, kissing the back of my neck and then down to my shoulder. William
*William*I sipped my cappuccino and shot David a sidelong glance. “Come on, David. You know Victoria won’t be happy with Lily’s art when she finds out she’s with me.” David shrugged and looked at Lily. “That might be true. Victoria helped me get my start as an art curator. So, I really owe my career to her.” ‘And to me,’ I wanted to say, but I left it alone. If he wanted to shower my ex with unadulterated and unwarranted praise, I couldn’t stop him. I wanted him to like Lily even more and knew he would if he saw her work in person. Then I watched Lily win him over all on her own. “How did you and Victoria meet?” she asked. “We met at Brown,” he said. “I knew her before this lug met her. We all ran in the same Manhattan dinner circles, and my wife, Joy, and Victoria had Eva and my daughter, Samantha, at the same time. Don’t look so surprised, dear. Yes, I was married once before I could face my father’s wrath. My father owned a major telecommunications company before it w